| He’s got everything he needs, he’s an artist and he don’t look back
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| He’s got everything he needs, he’s an artist and he don’t look back
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| He can take the dark out of the nighttime and turn the daytime black
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| You will start out standing, proud to steal him anything he sees
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| You’ll start out standing, proud to steal him anything he sees
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| But you’ll wind up just peeking through a keyhole on your knees
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| Oh no, he never, ever stumbles, 'cause he got no place to fall
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| No, no, no, no, no, he never stumbles, 'cause the man ain’t got no place to fall
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| He’s nobody’s child and the law can’t touch him at all
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| He wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles just before he speaks
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| He wears an Egyptian ring and it sparkles before he speaks
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| The man is a hypnotist collector and you are a walking antique
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| Bow down to him on Sundays and salute him when his birthday comes
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| Bow down to him on Sundays and salute him when his birthday comes
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| For Halloween, buy him a trumpet but for Christmas, buy him a gun
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| He’s got everything he needs, he’s an artist and he don’t look back
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| He’s got everything he needs, he’s an artist and he don’t look back |